Rabindranath Tagore Gitanjali

Rabindranath Tagore
Gitanjali
(Excerpts)
1861-1941 - India
1913 Nobel Prize for Literature
Dedicated to Sant Kirpal Singh
-1If it is not my portion to meet Thee
in this my life then let me ever feel
that I have missed Thy sight – let
me not forget for a moment, let me
carry the pangs of this sorrow in
my dreams and in my
wakeful hours.
As my days pass in the crowded
market of this world and my hands
grow full with the daily profits,
let me ever feel that I have gained
nothing – let me not forget for a
moment, let me carry the pangs of
this sorrow in my dreams and in
my wakeful hours.
-2When I sit by the roadside, tired
and panting, when I spread my
bed low in the dust, let me ever
feel that the long journey is still
before me – let me not forget for
a moment, let me carry the pangs
of this sorrow in my dreams and
in my wakeful hours.
When my rooms have been decked
out and the flutes sound and the
laughter there is loud, let me ever
feel that I have not invited to my
house – let me not forget for a
moment, let me carry the pangs
of this sorrow in my dreams
and in my wakeful hours.
-3Your worshipper of old wanders
ever longing for favor
still refused.
Day passes by after day and You
are not seen. If I call You not in
my prayers, If I keep You not in
my heart, Your love for me still
waits for my love.
-4If Thou speak not I will fill my
heart with Thy silence and
endure it. I will keep still and
wait like the night with starry
vigil and its head bent low
with patience.
-5The morning will surely come,
the darkness will vanish, and
Your voice pour down in golden
streams breaking through the sky.
-6I had gone a-begging from door
to door in the village path, when
Your golden chariot appeared in the
distance like a gorgeous dream and
I wondered who was this King
of all kings!
My hopes rose high and I thought
my evil days were at an end, and I
stood waiting for alms to be given
unasked and for wealth scattered
on all sides in the dust.
The chariot stopped where I stood.
Your glance fell on me and You
came down with a smile. I felt that
the luck of my life had come at last.
Then of a sudden You did hold out
Your right hand and say,
"What have you to give to me?"
-7Ah, what a kingly jest was it to
open Your palm to a beggar to
beg! I was confused and stood
undecided, and then from my
wallet I slowly took out the least
little grain of corn and gave
it to You.
But how great my surprise when
at the day's end I emptied my bag
on the floor to find a least little
grain of gold among the poor heap.
I bitterly wept and wished that I
had had the heart to give
You my all.
-8When I go from here let this be
my parting word, that what I
have seen is unsurpassable.
I have tasted of the hidden honey
of this lotus that expands on the
Ocean of Light, and thus am I
blessed – let this be my
parting word.
-9In this playhouse of infinite
forms I have had my play and
here have I caught sight of
Him that is formless.
My whole body and my limbs
have thrilled with His touch who
is beyond touch; and if the end
comes here, let it come –
let this be my parting word.
-10You have taken me as Your partner
of all this wealth. In my heart is
the endless play of Your delight.
In my life Your Will is ever
taking shape.
And for this, You who are the
King of kings have decked
Yourself in beauty to
captivate my heart.
-11He came and sat by my side but
I woke not. What a cursed sleep
it was, O miserable me!
He came when the night was still;
He had His harp in His hands, and
my dreams became resonant with
its melodies.
Alas, why are my nights all thus
lost? Ah, why do I ever miss His
sight whose breath touches
my sleep?
-12Clouds heap upon clouds and it
darkens. Ah, love, why do You
let me wait outside at the door
all alone?
In the busy moments of the
noontide work I am with the
crowd, but on this dark lonely
day it is only for You that I hope.
If You show me not Your face,
if You leave me wholly aside,
I know not how I am to pass
these long, rainy hours.
I keep gazing on the far away
gloom of the sky, and my heart
wanders wailing with the
restless wind.
-13The song that I came to sing
remains unsung to this day.
I have spent my days in stringing
and in unstringing my instrument.
The time has not come true, the
words have not been rightly set;
only there is the agony of
wishing in my heart.
-14The blossom has not opened;
only the wind is sighing by.
I have not seen His face, nor have
I listened to His voice; only
I have heard His gentle
footsteps from the road
before my house.
The livelong day has passed in
spreading His seat on the floor;
but the lamp has not been lit and
I cannot ask Him into my house.
I live in the hope of meeting
with Him; but this meeting
is not yet.
-15I know not from what distant time
You are ever coming nearer to meet
me. Your sun and stars can never
keep You hidden from me forever.
In many a morning and eve Your
footsteps have been heard and Your
messenger has come within my
heart and called me in secret.
-16I know not why today my life
is all astir, and a feeling of
tremulous joy is passing
through my heart.
It is as if the time were come to
wind up my work, and I feel in
the air a faint smell of Your
sweet presence.
-17I have no sleep tonight.
Ever and again I open my door
and look out on the darkness.
I can see nothing before me.
I wonder where lies Your Path!
By what dim shore of the inkblack river, by what far edge
of the frowning forest, through
what mazy depth of gloom are
You threading Your course to
come to me, my friend?
-18From dawn till dusk I sit here
before Your door, and I know that
of a sudden the happy moment
will arrive when I will see You.
In the meanwhile I smile and I
sing all alone. In the meantime
the air is filling with the sweet
perfume of promise.
-19That I want You, only You let my heart repeat without end.
All desires that distract me,
day and night, are false and
empty to the core.
As the night keeps hidden in its
gloom the petition for light,
Even thus in the depth of my
unconsciousness rings the cry I want You, only You.
As the storm still seeks its end
in peace when it strikes against
peace with all its might, even thus
my rebellion strikes against Your
love and still its cry is I want You, only You.
-20These my lamps are blown out
at every little puff of wind, and
trying to light them I forget all
else again and again.
But I will be wise this time
and wait in the dark,
spreading my mat on the floor;
and whenever it is Your pleasure,
my Master, come silently and take
Your seat here.
-21Obstinate are the trammels,
but my heart aches when I
try to break them.
Freedom is all I want, but to
hope for it I feel ashamed.
I am certain that priceless wealth
is in You, and that You are my
best friend, but I have not the heart
to sweep away the tinsel that
fills my room.
The shroud that covers me is a
shroud of dust and death; I hate it,
yet hug it in love.
My debts are large, my failures
great, my shame secret and heavy;
yet when I come to ask for my
good, I quake in fear lest my
prayer be granted.
-22I came out alone on my way to
my tryst. But who is this that
follows me in the silent dark?
I move aside to avoid his
presence but I escape him not.
He makes the dust rise from
the earth with his swagger;
he adds his loud voice
to every word that I utter.
He is my own little self,
my Lord, he knows no shame;
but I am ashamed to come to
Your door in his company.
-23The night is nearly spent waiting
for Him in vain. I fear lest in the
morning He suddenly come to my
door when I have fallen asleep
wearied out.
Ah, my sleep, precious sleep,
which only waits for His touch
to vanish. Ah, my closed eyes
that would open their lids only
to the Light of His smile when
He stands before me like a dream
emerging from darkness of sleep.
Let Him appear before my sight
as the first of all lights and all
forms. The first thrill of joy to
my awakened soul let it come
from His glance. And let my
return to myself be immediate
return to Him.
-24When I woke from my slumber
and opened my eyes, I saw You
standing by me, flooding my
sleep with Your smile.
How I had feared that the Path
was long and wearisome, and the
struggle to reach You was hard!
-25Deliverance is not for me in
renunciation. I feel the embrace
of freedom in a thousand
bonds of delight.
You ever pour for me the fresh
draught of Your wine of
various colors and fragrance,
filling this earthen vessel
to the brim.
My world will light its hundred
different lamps with Your flame
and place them before the altar
of Your temple.
No, I will never shut the doors
of my senses. The delights of
sight and hearing and touch
will bear Your delight.
Yes, all my illusions will burn
into illumination of joy, and all
my desires ripen into
fruits of love.
-26I know You as my God
and stand apart I do not know You as my own
and come closer.
I know You as my father and
bow before Your feet I do not grasp Your hand
as my friend.
-27I am like a remnant of a cloud
of autumn uselessly roaming in
the sky, O my sun ever-glorious!
Your touch has not yet melted my
vapor, making me one with Your
Light, and thus I count months
and years separated from You.
-28On many an idle day have I
grieved over lost time. But it
is never lost, my Master. You
have taken every moment of
my life in Your own hands.
Hidden in the heart of things You
are nourishing seeds into sprouts,
buds into blossoms, and ripening
flowers into fruitfulness.
-29Time is endless in Your hands,
my Lord. There is none to count
Your minutes.
Days and nights pass and ages
bloom and fade like flowers.
You know how to wait.
Your centuries follow each other
perfecting a small wild flower.
We have no time to lose, and
having no time we must
scramble for our chances.
We are too poor to be late.
And thus it is that time goes by
while I give it to every querulous
man who claims it, and Your altar
is empty of all offerings to the last.
At the end of the day I hasten in
fear lest Your gate be shut; but I
find that yet there is time.
-30Master, I shall weave a chain
of pearls for Your neck with
my tears of sorrow.
The stars have formed their
anklets of light to deck Your feet,
but mine will hang upon
Your breast.
-31Spiritual delights comes from
You and it is for You to
give or to withhold them.
But this my sorrow is absolutely
my own, and when I bring it to
You as my offering You reward
me with Your Grace.
-32It is the pang of separation that
spreads throughout the world and
gives birth to shapes innumerable
in the infinite sky.
It is this sorrow of separation that
gazes in silence all night from star
to star and becomes lyric among
rustling leaves in rainy
darkness of July.
It is this overspreading pain that
deepens into loves and desires,
into sufferings and joy in human
homes; and this it is that ever
melts and flows in songs
through my poet's heart.
-33Death, Your servant,
is at my door.
He has crossed the unknown sea
and brought Your call to my home.
The night is dark and my heart
is fearful - yet I will take up the
lamp, open my gates and bow to
him my welcome. It is Your
messenger who stands at
my door.
-34I boasted among men that I had
known you. They see Your
pictures in all works of mine.
They come and ask me,
“Who is he?” I know not how to
answer them. I say,
“Indeed, I cannot tell.”
They blame me and they go away
in scorn. And you sit there
smiling.
-35I put my tales of You into lasting
songs. The secret gushes out
from my heart. They come and
ask me, “Tell me all your
meanings.” I know not how to
answer them. I say,
“Ah, who knows what they mean!”
They smile and go away in utter
scorn. And you sit there smiling.
-36On the day when death will
knock at your door what will
you offer to him?
Oh, I will set before my guest
the full vessel of my life I will never let him go with
empty hands.
All the sweet vintage of all my
autumn days and summer nights,
all the earnings and gleanings of
my busy life will I place before
him at the close of my days
when death will knock at
my door.
-37Oh, the last fulfillment of life,
Death, my death,
come and whisper to me!
Day after day I have kept watch
for you; for you have I borne
the joys and pangs of life.
All that I am, that I have, that I
hope and all my love have ever
flowed towards you in depth of
secrecy. One final glance from
your eyes and my life will be
ever your own.
The flowers have been woven
and the garland is ready for the
bridegroom. After the wedding
the bride shall leave her home
and meet her Lord alone in
the solitude of night.
-38I know that the day will come
when my sight of this earth shall
be lost, and life will take its leave
in silence, drawing the last
curtain over my eyes.
Yet stars will watch at night,
and morning rise as before,
and hours heave like sea waves
casting up pleasures and pains.
-39When I think of this end of my
moments, the barrier of the
moments breaks and I see by the
light of death your world with its
careless treasures. Rare is its
lowliest seat, rare is its
meanest of lives.
Einstein and Tagore
Things that I longed for in vain
and things that I got - let them
pass. Let me but truly possess
the things that I ever spurned
and overlooked.
-40I have got my leave.
Bid me farewell, my brothers!
I bow to you all and take
my departure.
Here I give back the keys of my
door - and I give up all claims to
my house. I only ask for last kind
words from you.
We were neighbors for long, but
I received more than I could
give. Now the day has dawned
and the lamp that lit my dark
corner is out. A summons has
come and I am ready for
my journey.
-41At this time of my parting,
wish me good luck, my friends!
The sky is flushed with the dawn
and my path lies beautiful.
Ask not what I have with me to
take there. I start on my journey
with empty hands and
expectant heart.
-42I shall put on my wedding
garland. Mine is not the redbrown dress of the traveler, and
though there are dangers on the
way I have no fear in mind.
Tagore and Gandhi
The evening star will come out
when my voyage is done and the
plaintive notes of the twilight
melodies be struck up from the
King's gateway.
-43I was not aware of the moment
when I first crossed the threshold
of this life.
A young Tagore
What was the power that made me
open out into this vast mystery
like a bud in the forest at
midnight!
-44When in the morning I looked
upon the light I felt in a moment
that I was no stranger in this
world, that the inscrutable
without name and form had
taken me in its arms in the
form of my own mother.
Even so, in death the same
unknown will appear as ever
known to me. And because I
love this life, I know I shall love
death as well.
The child cries out when from the
right breast the mother takes it
away, in the very next moment
to find in the left one
its consolation.
May your soul be happy;
journey joyfully.
(Rumi)
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